My Interesting Life In High Tech John Julian Uebbing Foreword Mr. HP Optoelectronics---John Uebbing We all know that mankind harnessed fire for light as well as heat. That technology developed through candles and lanterns and even gas light. But by the late 19th century, electricity came along. There were arc lights and Edison rolled out his filament light bulb, which went national in the early 20th century. This moved up through gas discharge and phosphors for fluorescent bulbs. It developed into entertainment with the cathode ray tube and its electron beam, lighting up colored phosphors for television pictures. But by mid-20th century, consider this. What if the light-emitting-diode (LED) and the liquid crystal display (LCD) had never been invented? It is literally true that today's world as we know it would not exist. No iPads, no cell phone displays, no games, no flat screen televisions, AT ALL. Back then, who could have predicted that you could make crystal material out of the metal gallium and metalloids arsenic and phosphorous, inject doping atoms, creating an electric diode, and get dark red light out of it? Who could envision sandwiching an organic compound 10 thousandths thick, between two glass plates, adding electrodes, and getting light to turn black and white with liquid crystals? And then do it with color filter LCDs, which is the basis of vast industries across today's world, to the delight of virtually every human being and their smart phone? Well, that was the situation facing brand new engineer PhDs like John Uebbing, as he emerged from Stanford University in 1966. In 1970, I was working on building some of the first LED digital numbers. We were happy to be able to make tiny LED numbers, 1/10th inch high, to be the display for HP's blockbuster HP-35 electronic slide rule. LCDs weren't reliable enough yet. Nor was the technology yet envisioned which could support those monster flat-screen color displays of today. John's work life involved some of the intermediate steps of technology breakthroughs needed to get to where we are today. John Uebbing is my neighbor. I see him out walking most every day, going to get the paper. He is a clever researcher with a wide knowledge of modern display technologies, and long years at Varian, HP and Agilent, working in opto-electronics. John and I are both mid-westerners, and share the pride of graduating from the University of Notre Dame. He is religious, I am agnostic, so our street conversations range from display technology to evolution. He was born late in the Great Depression, a child during WWII, and his HP memory gives us a charming read of his growing up and education in the south side of Chicago. Think of the complexity inside every cell phone picture. You can't see them, but the picture is constructed of pixels, some tens of thousands of them in every square inch of display. Each one is energized with a horizontal and vertical electrode, maybe 1/1000th of an inch wide. 1000 stripes every inch. Where a vertical and horizontal stripe cross, THAT pixel gets energized with the proper synchronized electrical pulse to light up its own color, in sequence with all the other millions. But now consider how you wire up those1000 electrical stripes along two edges of the LCD. You then have to put electrical driver transistors at each entry point of all those stripes. Now imagine making that complex technology continue to work after you drop it on the floor. These are the technology nightmares of the engineers and researchers like John, as they worked for decades, solving all those semiconductor and materials problems one by one. John is a bit of a generalist. You will see from his moving from company to company, and project to project, that he is able to bring his wide-ranging expertise to problems from III-V compounds (those are valence numbers of atoms like gallium and arsenide) to fiber optics to photo-diodes to the latest LEDs that light our 1 streets and stop lights, are all over modern cars, and underlie the remarkable mobile displays of a gazillion iPads and Galaxies and 10 foot televisions. This is a fascinating life, and a fun read. A kid from the South side of Chicago to the technologies of today. I only spent 3 years with my LED product team in 1971. It was frustrating work, with rudimentary wafer- processing technology, getting the tiny numeric and alphanumeric displays going with dark red light. Our milestone big success was to get our 15 digits (1/10th inch high) designed into the HP-35 engineering calculator. But before I moved back to regular microwave instruments, the HPA Division had caught some stunning vision of the HUGE industry that light emitting products would ultimately bring to market. It was mind-boggling big. It was engineers like John who moved in to push out those technologies for the world. HP's semiconductor management envisioned, in the mid-1970s, their new production site on Trimble Road in San Jose, just at the end of the northbound runway at SJC airport. In a outrageously ambitious plan, they forecast that light-emitting product demand would ultimately grow so large that two HUGE buildings were constructed, one for optoelectronics and one for microwave components. Each one was three stories high and more than an acre in floor size. They knew that all of the semiconductor processing and automation would need facilities flexibility. So they designed the entire middle floor to supply upwards and downwards, all of the electricity, water, de-ionized water, drains, toxic drains, fluids, frozen liquid CO2, a variety of pure gases, and a dozen other vital ingredients of the day. And in a few short years, those buildings were indeed full of profitable production and wonderful technologies. You see them today all over motor cars, in your street stop lights, and in the home taking over for tungsten filament lamps, and as the back light for virtually every flat-screen TV and handheld smart personal iPad. There were many personalities in this plan, and generally speaking, the people who populated the semiconductor industry like Fairchild and Intel and HP had assertive personalities. I'm thinking of people like the bombastic Milt Liebhaber. But they were supported in their labs by excellent technologists like John Uebbing. They were dreamers too, and many stories are written of the most successful. You will see this story in John's observations of navigating through those technical and management waters, always busy working on his beloved technology. What I found especially charming about John's multi-faceted life in science, and decades of complex projects, was his AMAZING connections with other scientists and researchers--by name. Old Notre Dame and MIT and Stanford classmates keep showing up here and there in his walk though life. Old comrades at earlier jobs turn up later when he needs to find a new job. New, fascinating problems and projects show up to challenge John for another year or two. And all these projects require technology knowledge from fiber optic to materials science of light emitting crystals, and all of their processing witchcraft, to computer software vitals. I swear he name-drops like a society matron, except that the names he drops are this very day out running major hospital medical divisions, or highly successful technology companies, or brand-new venture startups. --John Minck 2 My Interesting Life In High Tech John Julian Uebbing 1. My Early Years--Getting Ready Early Childhood Grammar School Years at St. Leo and St. Rita Chicago in the 1940’s High School Years at Mount Carmel College Years at Notre Dame Summer Jobs Graduate School at MIT. Summer in Santa Barbara Life in California in the 1960’s Stanford University 2. My World of Opto-Electronics Varian Marriage Mary Frances Jack Our House Church Life ESL HP Promotion at HP A Little Politics Children and Home HP Labs RMG--Realtime Measurement Graphics Back at OED Switch to OCD Foreign Travels Domestic Travels Prostate Cancer Fiber Optics Champagne--the Bubble Opto-switch Back to Fibers Sensor Solutions Lumileds Logitech Sputnik - Prysm Apple Lightwire QuarkStar 3. My Life in Review Diversions and Entertainments Reflection on Life 3 1. My Early Years--Getting Ready Early Childhood I was born on July 7, 1937 at 7:07 AM in Lewis Memorial Maternity Hospital, at 32nd and Cottage Grove Avenue, on the south side of Chicago. That is the same day that the Japanese attacked the Marco Polo Bridge in Beijing. This started the Second World War, in the Pacific. We moved to 7649 Eggleston Avenue when I was five. I went to Harvard kindergarten on Harvard Street. The teacher, Mrs. Van Horne, would call me John Webbing. I thought this was strange, but then I figured out that people had different names when they went to school. My mother had to correct the teacher. I remember my sister, Christine, aka Kingking. She had tight curly hair and was born in 1942, 4 months before I turned 5. That fall, I went off to kindergarten, I remember rhythm band, with all the kids in a circle banging with sticks and things. Grammar School Years at St. Leo and St. Rita Next year, I went to St. Leo’s Grammar School. My mother had to take care of Christine, so a neighbor girl took me to school. I waited in the hall until everyone else had gone to their classes, and they placed me in Sister Marie Stephanie’s first grade class. There were 50 students in the class. I remember her teaching us about God and the creation using big black and white circles. “Let there be light,” turned the black circle into a white one. During the war, we bought savings stamps, which you put into books. With filled-up books, you could get Savings Bonds. Our school bought so many bonds, the army bought an airplane called the Spirit of St. Leo and named it after our school. There were a lot of things that people said, like “Don’t you know there’s a war on?” There were slogans like “Bombs on Berlin,” and “Bombs on Tokyo.” We kids would run around shouting the slogans. Sometimes we would shout “Bombs on Washington!” just to be kids After a while, we became big kids and wrote with pen and ink. The ink was in inkwells and the pens were steel nibbed. You had to dip the pen in the inkwell to write. Besides writing, I learned arithmetic and spelling and catechism. I made my First Communion in second grade. That was very important to me, and I wore a special white suit with white socks and everything. The neighborhood where we lived did not have zoning. There were mansions, factories and slums nearby. Once a closeby factory burned down in a huge fire, since it was full of solvents. My father would take the Rock Island railroad line into work. It ran coal-fired, steam locomotives that belched a lot of smoke and cinders. He would stop off in this little basement grocery store, after getting off the train, and pick up 4 one quart cartons of milk for us kids every evening. World War II was on and there was rationing. You had to have ration coupons to buy practically everything. People saved bacon grease and turned it in to the butcher, to be used for munitions. There were a number of horse drawn wagons that delivered things like ice, milk, coal and vegetables. There were electric trucks that delivered milk. Later in the war, my father took us to see a B-29 at Midway airport. The plane was huge. The tail stuck up very high and there were guards with sub- machine guns standing around the plane. I remember having visited Midway earlier and seeing Ford tri- motor airplanes lined up. You could just walk out around the planes those days, there was no security. My father worked as an analytical chemist at 9 South Clinton Street, just outside the Loop. The building was so old that it still had some DC electric power in it. My father would take me to work on 4 days when there was no school. He would show me all around the lab. He did a lot of weighing at an analytical balance. Once he asked if I wanted to taste some distilled water. I was so scared, I said no. I learned a lot about what laboratories were like. My father would tell me all these scientific, technological, religious, and cultural things. Often I would be able to answer a lot of those kinds of questions at school. People would wonder how I knew them, and I would always say my father told me. I remember once asking him how a radio worked. He said I was too young to understand. I remember when he finally did explain it, and I don’t remember it as a very coherent explanation. My sixth grade was very enjoyable, because I was getting to be a “big kid.” Then we moved, in the summer of 1949. We were paying $50 a month rent for our 3 bedroom flat, and the landlord wanted to raise the rent. There had been significant inflation after WWII, but my father’s salary did not go up much. We had 5 children with a surprise, my brother Thomas, on the way. We considered ourselves to be poor. We did own a 1929 Model A Ford during the war. It had “A” gas ration card, which meant the least amount of gas. I would help my father fix it. He patched the roof, put new lights in it, changed tires, etc. The last thing that went wrong was a cracked cylinder head. I helped him take it to a local machine shop in a red wagon. The machine shop welded it. Later, we were getting low on money, and my father sold it to this guy who needed a car to get to work in the outskirts of the city. As I learned how to read, my mother took me to the local public library on 79th street. I learned how to take out books. Ever since, I have read a lot of books from public libraries. 1929 Model A Ford. Ours was not nearly as well One thing my father would do to give my mother a maintained. rest, was to take us kids on a Sunday outing in the Model A. We would do things like go to the Museum of Science and Industry and the Field Museum, downtown by the lake. I was a well-museumed kid. He would also take us to local railroad stations, where we could watch the trains come and go. The best was the Englewood Station at 63rd and Cottage Grove. On Sunday afternoon we could see both legendary trains, the New York Central Railroad’s 20th Century Limited and the Pennsylvania Railroad’s Broadway Limited. The “Century” was an all Pullman status-type train. It had an on-board barber that you could watch. The engineer was this very old guy. The Broadway Limited used a reticulated 4 cylinder steam engine. My father also took us to the 1947 Railroad Fair. It was held on the Lake Front and featured a number of railroad trains in a big show. It was supposed to re-stimulate interest in railroad travel after WWII. It was a great fair, but it didn’t achieve its purpose because air travel was destined to win. We occasionally took the Nickel Plate Railroad to Buffalo to visit my father’s family. The train left in the morning, and arrived in Buffalo about 10 PM. For us kids, it was a great adventure. We would plot our progress on the timetable and map. Our aunts and uncles were always very nice to us. The weather in Buffalo was always cool and comfortable in the summer, compared to Chicago. We would visit the zoo and Niagara Falls. My Aunt Amelia would sometimes take me to visit her customers. She once took me to a seafood restaurant on Grand Island, where we had fresh fish. I was shocked at how good really fresh fish tasted. My Uncle John owned a Packard sedan, which I thought was very luxurious. 5 I went to St. Rita’s Grammar School in the seventh grade. St. Rita’s was richer than St. Leo’s, and had a cafeteria and a nice meeting hall with a stage. The big new church was being constructed over the old one story church. I served as an altar boy while parts of the old church were being torn down, inside the new church. The neighborhood now is poor and the school has become a public school. I continued playing tuba in the St. Rita’s band. John Savonak was the director. I was good enough at the tuba, and my grades were good enough, to earn a band scholarship to Mount Carmel High School. In about eighth grade, I became interested in radio. From a description in a book, I built a crystal radio. I started out using a cat’s whisker and a long wire antenna. Then I switched to a germanium diode, which was much more reliable. I could listen to two local radio stations. The closest and loudest one had Sophie Barkus and the Lithuanian housewives hour. It also had McKee Fitzhugh and his band. Chicago in the 1940’s Life in Chicago in the 1940’s was quite a bit different than life today. People got around by taking the red street cars and the elevated train. The effects of the Great Depression were still being felt. There were apartment buildings in pretty nice neighborhoods that were still boarded up. because of financial failure in the investment group. Milk was delivered in electric trucks. Vegetables were sold from horse drawn wagons. Coal and ice for iceboxes was delivered in horse drawn wagons during the war years. People used a horse team to plow land for a victory garden in a big vacant lot on the other side of our city block. There were huge war plants. Manufacturing, including post-war TV manufacturing, was a big part of the local economy. Labor unrest was ever present. There was a big coal strike, and electricity became short. During the war, large numbers of blacks moved to Chicago from the South. This caused a lot of tension, as they moved into white working class neighborhoods. High School Years at Mount Carmel I would travel back and forth to Mt. Carmel on the 63rd Street streetcar line. When I was a freshman, the upperclassmen would haze the freshmen, even on the streetcar. Certain things were de rigueur, such as using a bowling bag to carry your books. The only choice of curriculum was whether you took Latin or Spanish. I took Latin. I do not recommend that people take a dead language in school. For all the effort, you might as well learn something that you can actually use. It was not easy remembering all those conjugations and declensions. I was pretty busy, what with a paper route and studying and playing in the band. I generally got high grades. I think I was second in my class of 500. I became more interested in radio. The crystal set was upgraded to one with a single type 30 tube in battery powered regenerative detector. This allowed me to receive more stations. I was fascinated with the mystery of radio. With my newspaper money, I bought a shortwave radio receiver kit with my newspaper route money. It came with coils for 4 different radio bands. I could hear ham radio operators doing their Morse code. All this started in about eighth grade. In early high school, I dreamed about becoming a radio ham. I rented a code practice machine and learned enough code and theory to receive a novice class license, WN9ZWO. I built myself a 50 watt transmitter for 80, 40, 20 and 10 meters. It used a 5763 crystal oscillator and multiplier with a 6146 power amplifier tube. I bought a National all-wave super heterodyne receiver. I had a dipole antenna strung from a pole in front of the house, to a utility company pole in the back alley. I managed to communicate with other hams as far away as Pennsylvania. You could do 2 meter voice on a novice license, so I built a voice modulator and a 2 meter transmitter and a down converter. My first two meter antenna was a simple Yagi antenna with a rotator. 6 I would attend the meetings of the local ham club, and got to know some of the other hams. I bought my radio parts from Allied Radio and Newark Electric. In those days, they were both located in small stores on West Madison Street, where the hoboes lived. Later Allied Radio moved to Western Avenue and got big in High Fidelity. Now both of them are large national electronics companies with catalogs that people in Silicon Valley use. Eventually, I learned code at 13 words per minute (barely) and obtained a General Class license, W9ZWO. I continued playing Eb Tuba in the band at Mount Carmel. We rehearsed every morning before class. We had a marching band and a concert band. My social life did not involve girls. Mount Carmel was all boys and I was pretty shy with girls. I did not take a girl out on a date until I graduated from college. I was pretty nerdy. For a while I played bass tuba in the Mount Carmel dance band. I had a lot of respect for the Carmelite monks who taught us at Mount Carmel. A number were WWII veterans. They were pious, learned and practical. They lived in a monastery that was a couple of converted apartment buildings. We had some lay teachers as well. We had gym classes for 3 years. Our football team was City Champions for 3 of my years. The band went to all the games, and part of the band played for basketball games. Mount Carmel is still a highly ranked Catholic Prep school in Chicago. In school, I did well in science and mathematics. I had a knack for math and I had learned a lot of science from my father. There had been donations of World War II surplus electronics to Mount Carmel High. The physics teacher Fr. Barry Kline, O. Carm., gave me some of the tubes and things. I also bought war surplus gear from some of those stores in Chicago. I built gear for a 220 MHz and a 440 MHz Doppler radar system that actually detected commercial airplanes that flew over. They flew over pretty low, since we were two miles from Midway airport, which was very busy in those years. My father told me about Chicago’s Main Library and the Crerar Library downtown. I visited them and was fascinated by all the engineering texts that they had. In particular I studied the MIT Rad Lab series from the Main Library. I did not understand all the E&M theory in them, but I was terribly impressed and interested. By the time I graduated from high school, I had a jump start on an engineering education. My radio hobby expanded to include a big 32 element array antenna for 2 meters. This was pretty huge and was at the top of a 30 foot expanding tower on the roof. I remember riding over to Central Steel and Wire, on my bike, to buy aluminum tubes and rods and sheet to make the antenna. My mother was always worried that I would fall off the roof. When I was in college, a big storm actually knocked down my array antenna, and there was a big mess of aluminum on the roof. When my brother Tom went off to grade school, my mother went off to work. Her first job was as a night receptionist-secretary at the local Catholic hospital. Life was a little tough for her. She had a tough girlhood, since her parents were divorced. She lived with her father’s sisters, rotating from one to another. She did not get along with some of them. Her mother could not support her children on her own. She had converted to Catholicism a few years before she married my father and was a good Catholic. She wanted to have a lot of children, but I think the sacrifices of having them in a big city with a modest income got to her after a while. She used to complain, and we would invariably say that Mommy was grouchy today. I was pretty busy in high school. I had a newspaper route right after school, a collection route in the evening, band practice in the early morning, and studying before and after the collection route. In senior year, I had this special hobby project to build a sonar controlled model submarine. I made sonar transducers out of pure nickel rods, with a bias magnet and a drive coil. We tested it in the high school swimming pool. Sound signals did propagate. I tried building the submarine out of laminated wood 7 planks. It did not work out too well. It was very hard to shape the curved surface of the submarine. It was going to run off of a single automobile storage battery in the center of the sub. One nice thing that my high school had was a special program to get certain students college scholarships. I participated in that. This one priest would have us take all these practice tests, so we got to be good at taking college admission and scholarship tests. Cardinal Stritch of Chicago had become concerned that not enough Catholics were in the leadership group in Chicago. So he set up the Cardinal Stritch youth guidance group. I was tapped for this because of my academic promise. One thing they did, was to get me into the 5 year liberal arts/engineering program at Notre Dame. The extra year of liberal arts was supposed to make me less of a nerd. I don’t know that it succeeded, but it did give me a lifelong interest in history and politics and sociology. It did not have any more tangible benefit. I was able to get a scholarship to the Illinois Institute of Technology in Chicago and a General Motors Scholarship to Notre Dame. I did not get a scholarship to MIT. My father was a Notre Dame Alumnus, class of 1929, which probably helped some. In those days, legacy alumni family members got some preference. He did take me to visit the campus, and we went to talk to the admissions director about scholarship possibilities. Our family was pretty poor, with six children living on a chemist’s salary. Because of my hobby interests in radio and electronics and my good grades in science and mathematics, it was not a hard decision to major in electrical engineering. College Years at Notre Dame I remember my father helping me take a trunk full of clothes and a new used typewriter to the Grand Trunk Station at 63rd and Central Park. We took the trunk in a wagon. In 1951, passenger trains still ran on that Railroad. It stopped at the New York Central station in South Bend. I went by myself, and remember walking from the NYC station to the bus stop, where a city bus went to Notre Dame. I had come a little early to start band practice. Things were a bit different at Notre Dame, then on my own. My freshman year roommate was John Marshall. John was from Jerome, Idaho. He grew up on a large potato farm. He studied metallurgical engineering. It was a learning experience, to hear someone with a thick western accent, whose stories were all about farm life. After graduation, he went back to potato farming and has a big irrigated farm near Jerome. He lived then in a double wide mobile home, but now has a big house. In the first few weeks Notre Dame was a pretty nice place to go to college. freshman year, the students were really amazed at the strange accents that the other students had. We had to study calculus. The mathematics department had come out with this new curriculum, with a book by three of the professors, Hasser, LaSalle, and Sullivan. This class tried to teach calculus from the viewpoint of a professional mathematician, who cared about getting the logic right. Actually getting an intuitive feel for and a practical knowledge of calculus was not so important. It threw most students for a loop. I could struggle more effectively than most with it, and quickly ended up being a tutor for a 8 lot of the students on my floor. It was kind of a funny feeling. I studied hard and got good grades. I had a full scholarship, so in some ways I wasn’t as busy as I was in high school. Playing in the band was quite rewarding. We traveled on trains and buses to some away games, like Purdue and Michigan State. In the spring, we went on a Spring Concert Tour. The first trip was to the South. I remember Wynne, Arkansas and Gape Girardeau, Missouri, and Opelousas, Louisiana. It was a revelation to hear young guys in Arkansas talk about deliberate race-based harassment of minorities. For a naive Northerner, I found it disgusting. I remember this huge steak in Opelousas. The thing was about 3/8 of an inch thick and 12x10 inches in size. These trips, especially in the 50’s when the US was less homogeneous were a revelation for guy from the South Side of Chicago. In other years we traveled to the east coast and west as far as Colorado. In some ways, college was boring. After the initial learning of a new environment, it became a routine of classes and things. I switched to the 5 year liberal arts engineering program after my freshman year. We had to take a foreign language. I chose Russian because of the Cold War and because it was exotic. We had a good teacher, John Fizer. John was a Ruthenian. Russian is pretty hard for Americans. The grammar is highly declined and there aren’t many cognates in the vocabulary. We had to do a lot of conversation, and that is the part that I remember. I really did get interested in some of my engineering classes. We had to study things like mechanical drawing, strength of materials and AC machines. The drawing and materials courses turned out to be useful later on. As far as advanced electrical engineering goes, Notre Dame was a bit behind the times. I was very interested in physics based electronics for radar and semiconductors. I took a course in “modern physics”, which was all about atomic spectroscopy, quantum mechanics and nuclear physics. The topics were really good, but at that time, books that were easier to learn, did not exist. I always remember having a trauma with spin-orbit coupling and the magnetic properties of materials. One of the E.E. students that entered when I did was Mike Cowley, a later friend at HP. His father was a dentist in New York State. Sputnik was launched in 1957 when I was a junior. In the preceding years, the US was working hard on ballistic missiles to deliver thermonuclear warheads on the Soviet Union. The engineering community was heavily involved in all of this. I was quite worried and depressed about the prospect of nuclear war. I had a bunch of pictures of nuclear missiles on my wall, and used the sad slogan, “Better weapons for better destruction through electronics.” I have always remained interested in weapons technology, even though I have only practiced it a little. I had a pretty interesting series of summer jobs while I was at Notre Dame. Because of the military projects, there was a national “shortage” of engineers and companies were willing to hire low level college engineering students for summer jobs, hoping to get some back after graduating. Summer Jobs My first summer job was with United States Steel South Works at 79th and the Lake. I worked in electrical construction. They were expanding a rolling mill and all of the motor supply cables had to be installed. They were installed in heavy steel conduit pipes that were encased in concrete. The job involved being an assistant to an electrician. We moved these heavy pipes around, cutting, threading and bending them. I noticed that the skin on my forearms got tight, and the forearms got hard from all the work. It was pretty educational to see what heavy industry was like, and to work with unionized workers. I have a lot of respect for them. There was a strike during the summer, and during the strike I got a job at Continental Can Company at 59th and Western. My job was loading empty beer cans into 9 box cars on the night shift. It was something else, being alone inside a boxcar. The cans would be in the shipping boxes and come down a gravity driven conveyor. I had to stack them up inside the boxcar. It could get a little desperate as the boxes came fast and the night wore on. After the strike was over, I went back to the steel mill for a few weeks. After sophomore year, I worked for the Corn Products Company in Argo, Illinois. This plant processed 50 freight cars of corn every day into all sorts of things like starch, corn oil, corn syrup, etc. I worked for a while in the instrument shop, where I had a chart route. This involved going around to all the recording instruments in the plant, and replacing the chart paper, and bringing back the old paper. People would take some of the steam flow charts and integrate them mechanically, to find out how much steam a certain building used. This information was used for accounting purposes. The other job was to put tags on all the electric motors. This helped in maintenance. The plant had its own steam generation and electric power plant. After the steam went through the steam turbines, it was then used for process steam. They kept some old Corliss piston engines that drove ancient alternators. These were for backup. They also had some piston engines that worked directly as piston pumps for liquids. As a result of this job, I really got to learn how a modern chemical processing plant worked, including all the pneumatic controls. After junior year, my mother used her old job contacts to get me a summer job with International Harvester Farm Tractor Engineering. The plant was located at 34th and State Street, in an old industrial area. They were testing tractor engines. I put strain gages into cylinder heads and on vibrating crankshafts. Their basic problem was that they were trying to get more power out of existing tractor engines by raising the compression ratio and running them faster, but the souped-up engines would often fail mechanically. They also had casting quality control problems. After my 4th year, I worked for them again. They had moved to Hinsdale, Illinois and I carpooled with a couple of the mechanics, who lived in my neighborhood. At Hinsdale, I worked on my own project, which was a digital rotational accelerometer. It used magnetic pickoffs on the starter ring gear to sense crankshaft position. It took some custom vacuum tube electronics, to work with the vacuum tube counters, to do the job. This was 1959. I also wrote my first program in FORTRAN to model the instability of a tractor engine governor. Harvester owned a decimal IBM 705, which did not have a FORTRAN compiler. We were hoping that IBM would release one soon. After my last year, I worked for Bendix in South Bend, Indiana, with their Advanced Engineering Group. They were working on ballistic missile defense. There was all this stuff for protecting reentrant missile nose cones, and trying to understand the RF and other properties of the plasma that surrounded the nose cone, on reentry to the atmosphere. I had this project that looked at the microwave properties of an Argon plasma, that was blown across a waveguide at 10 GHz. The principal investigator was Dr. Isadore Hodes. Dr. Hodes was my professor of microwaves at Notre Dame, and really taught the subject in a way that was easy to understand. He was trained as a physicist, and after a few years, left Notre Dame to work for the General Motors Defense Research Laboratories in Santa Barbara, California. I would see him again a few years later. During the summer at South Bend, I stayed at the house on the Campbell farm near Notre Dame. The Campbells that owned it, also owned a box company in South Bend, and had been neighbors of the Johnstons near Valparaiso. Emma Johnston was my great grandmother. I roomed with John Mantey, who I also worked with at Bendix. His brother was Pat Mantey, who I roomed with at Stanford, and who is now a professor of E.E. at UC Santa Cruz. I first learned how to drive that summer, and actually started to date girls. One was a St. Mary’s girl from St. Cloud, MN, and one was Mary Ann Mackowski, a nurse from South Bend. My sophomore and junior roommate was Fred Mowle. Fred became a professor of Electrical Engineering at Purdue. My senior year roommate was John McFadden. We had some fun projects, like 10
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